I saw you taking requests, so I offer a space gremlin

click image > right click > open image in new tab -- for best view! alright here they are, a buncha heads! I do plan on making more since there's at least 6 other accounts/ocs that I want to add to this, but alas, my wrist is knackered and I'm done looking at them for a while :'0 apologies in advance for the double tag to some folks, but I've separated the pngs now, so you can save your own here!

Vesper Ryce done by the fantastic @emipelloworld! He is looking utterly dashing- and now I finally have face to put to the name! 8D 

To give a little bit of a description to those unfamiliar with Vesper, he’s the secondary protagonist in my story “Within Reach”. 

Coming from a sheltered existence, Vesper moved to Mudos to represent the common worker and help get them their fair share... only to realize that Oddworld runs very differently outside the bubble he was born into. After a chance meeting with Mudokon messiah Abe, he finds himself drawn away from the safety of the city and follows him out into an unforgiving world. 

Here’s the story link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31573469/chapters/78118517

((Decided to kill two birds with one stone on this one.  Kyung gets to say TWO guilty pleasures for Anon and @emipelloworld​))

Lenny Asks

Kyung: “Aw man... I think if I had to name two guilty pleasures it would be...” Her voice trailed off as she pondered her answer. “Okay, look, I’m not that proud of it, but I’ve fought to the death while butt-ass naked before and have no issues doing it again if I have to.  Second guilty pleasure, sometimes I just really like to sit outside in the pouring rain while it’s freezing out; it’s better if the rain turns to solid hail.  

“I know it’s bad for me, I get sick from it, but I like feeling like I’m getting showered in itty-bitty pebbles sometimes.”

Tamara: “I don’t indulge in it as much as I used to, but one of my guilty pleasures back then was inhaling the fumes of certain... Herbal blends.  Some of those mixtures were believed to grant those who inhaled the smoke the power to temporarily separate their soul from their mortal coils, and interact with the etherial that still walked among the living.”

The mudokons had been provided with a sleeping bag hammock, to attach to a tree of their choice. Having had just collected hers, Mya now faces the task of properly securing it to the chosen trees so she can safely sleep off the ground.

The hammock is large, and rather heavy, having almost winded herself dragging the darn thing over to her trees, she struggles to tie a knot that holds her weight. What was she doing wrong? A knot is a knot, right? A sigh of relief escapes as she climbs into the hammock after several knotting attempts, however after a few minutes of successfully holding her weight, she falls to the floor with a thud.

Tangled in the hammock and frustrated, she wriggles herself free, only to notice she had an audience. A lone mudokon seems to have stopped to see what she's doing...or at least, trying and failing to do. Feeling flushed, embarrassed and now with a sore behind from the fall, she notices how the other looks perplexed and unimpressed with what she's seeing. Mya quickly dusts herself off, rubs the pain out of her butt-cheek and let a bashful chuckle escape, hoping the stranger might offer her a little guidance.

"Ah! That's very sweet of you, Gro."

Uh oh, Mya's cheeks are getting hot, there's a lump forming in her throat that's definitely a giggle wanting to escape. She feels the same way, but this time doesn't have the guts to say anything.